[I Feel As Though, If I Were To Extend My Hand Just A Little Toward The Pool Where The Ideas Ferment, I Could Grab At The Idea And Pull It Out Of The Pool And Onto The Floor Where Ideas Must Stand Before The Jury Of The Brain. There, It Must Present Itself, Still From The Pool, And A Bit Shivery Because New Ideas Are Not Given A Towel To Dry Off With, Towels Being Reserved For Proven Theories; New Ideas Are Simply Pulled And Stood Up, And Asked To Explain Themselves - Not A Very Pleasant Thing Really, Which Is Why So Many People Go Into The Room Where The Pool Is. The Exercise Is Exhausting Not To Mention A Bit Difficult To Watch, If You Are At All A Sympathetic Creature. What Was My Idea, Anyways?]

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